Sure. Why not?

You give it some thought and then do a little more. You have to make sure this is what you want. And maybe it’s a spur of the moment or not, but you agree. Jennifer looked slightly surprised as if she had been gambling on the opposite response.

She clears her throat and crosses her leg; the one folded over the other bounces idly. “Really?” She tries to fight a chuckle, but it comes out anyway. ‘Really…?” There’s a slight blush that comes over her cheeks. “It will be a little weird finding someone with these attributes, but I can do that for you if that means upholding our morale. For all I know, we might get into a big engagement after tonight.”

Jennifer winks and leans in, all cat-like and teasing. “I’ll make it happen, though, just for you. You run along, though. I don’t want you to be tired of your special request.”

…

..

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Later that night, after discussing tactics and worries with Scarlet and the others, you shared a late meal with all of the foxes. You couldn’t help but notice they all seemed… different now. It's a little more competitive than what you were used to. Even Arabella, who was typically more mature in how she got your attention, was more lewd. You’d even argue that it was aggressive.

When Scarlet corralled them to go to bed, you were finally alone and left with your own devices, relaxing on your bed with your hands on your chest. Since there were no other distractions to give yourself, you just remained there… lying down… almost asleep. As you’re about to doze off, you hear knocking on the door. You stir out of your daze and swing your legs off the bed with a start as the memories of the night before come back to you. Without Bones, it was challenging to gauge if it was a situation you should have been weary about.

In a moment of hesitation at the door, your hand froze at the door handle and wiggled your fingers just before whoever was behind it started knocking again. You mumbled and opened it. Standing there was Jennifer.

“Hey,” you say.

She hugs herself and looks around. “I can see why Scarlet doesn’t like this hotel. You’re sleeping alone?”

“Yes.”

“You were a lot more talkative earlier,” Jennifer remarks. “She isn’t coming in, so you’ll have to come to the circus tents to visit your, uhm, reward…?”

You check down the hallway. It feels like it ought to be busy, but as far as you can see, it’s only you and who you hope is really Jennifer. “Yeah… That’s fine. I’ll head out.”

“Let’s use the stairs on our way down, though.”

Jennifer chuckles, her eyes following the same gaze you took down the hallway. “The elevator was acting strange.”

“There’s more to it than the elevator with this place.”

Another chuckle, and this time, her eyes are on you. “Is this the way you’re telling me you want free cigarettes, too?”

“Not exactly, but if you’re offering…”

“You seem to be handling this crazy place just fine, at least since I’m pitting your emotional psyche against Scarlet’s,” there’s a soft laugh that brings her remark to an end. You’re surprised Jennifer’s a contractor. There’s something disarming about that that puts you at ease. However, you’ve met many with this personality before and choose not to linger on it as you exit into the warm, insect-chirping night. The moon puts everything in a surreal, inky light with blue accents. The circus is close, and only a few lights dot the courtyard. “I’ll take you in, but I’m sticking around to see what you can do. I hope that doesn’t disappoint you.”

“And I here I was expecting a threesome with two identical girls.”

“I never said she was identical. She just shares some of the same attributes as me. And even then, I think you’ll notice she’s lacking in some places.”

“You’re boosting,” you comment, looking at her as she trails behind you somewhat.

Jennifer nods. “Of course. Have you ever met any contractor that doesn’t boost about something?”

“Half-Gob is humble, and Softspot hasn’t bragged once.”

There’s no follow-up comment. Probably because Jennifer’s ran out of time to chat as you approach a nicer-looking tent. You squint slightly and see it’s actually a boarded structure with a heavy canvas over the sides and tip, merely giving it the appearance of a tent from a distance. This is nicer than you were expecting, at least from the outside.

“This is it,” Jennifer says. “I didn’t know how far you wanted her to seem like me, so she’s pretending to me to her best abilities. I know not all whores are actresses, but she’s a pickup from a weather-traveling brothel in partnership with the Afterlife because we don’t partake in selling sex.”

“Thanks,” you say with a sigh, feeling the weight of embarrassment again on your shoulders. “I realize now this must be kind of weird for you to do.”

Jennifer waves her hand in front of her face. “It’s hardly the weirdest request I’ve had since being with the Afterlife. And listen, I think you are handsome. I haven’t figured you out entirely, but… I think you’re interesting, if nothing else. Now… get in there. Your Jennifer is waiting.”